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Jul. 23rd, 2016 02:31 pm
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Who: Aeryn Sun
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: On the Golden? Say hi!
When: Late Saturday

[Have a fairly irritated looking face scowling at you fleet. She is not happy and she has no problem sharing that.]

While I was ill it seems someone has take the liberty to go through my things and replace my weapons and uniform with these. [Oh..that's where so many of those fluffslugs ended up. There's about three dozen or so in various bags she's managed to catch.]

I would appreciate the return of my pulse pistol and my boots if nothing else. And will someone please claim these...things.
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Golden Mingle

May. 22nd, 2016 01:06 pm
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Who:Aeryn Sun and MINGLING!
Broadcast: Golden crew
Action: Aeryn is cataloguing weapons
When: Late May

"I understand there are other security officers on board, I was hoping to meet with you and others in the crew to account for any weapons and equipment on board. Any help or input would be welcome." SHe'd already been trying to gather munitions for three arns now, and she was finding things she couldn't tell exactly what they were.

"Also, as I have not been...social, I suppose it is a good time to meet the crew I share a ship with." This place was smaller than Moya by far and yet she'd managed to avoid almost all of them. She might still be gunshy about meeting others, but she was not going to backslide into what she had been with the Peacekeepers.
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New arrival Broadcast/action

Apr. 13th, 2016 09:04 pm
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Who: Aeryn Sun and you! Open!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: if your on the Marsiva
When: Wednesday night

[That wonderful open broadcast Marsiva offers will catch the newest shipmate as she wakes. And it is every bit as dramatic as could be hoped. She sat bolt up and rolled immediately out of the bunk she'd been resting in, coming to a crouch. with her back to the nearest wall.]

Zhaan? D'Ago? Crichton?

[She was dressed in a gray suit that looked quilted or insulated, white piping having a near glow to it. But the way she fussed at the high collar indicated she was not familiar with the garment.]

Where am I? What is this place? Chiana of you or Rygel have sold us out... [The near threat fell from her lips without conviction.]
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